Chapter 290 Young People, Don’t Take Everything Seriously

Meng Anran suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Really?"

Qin Mu nodded, a gentle smile on his face. "Well, here's the news from John. Although he's still very weak, he's regained consciousness and can communicate simply."

Meng Anran's tense shoulders finally relaxed, the gloom that had been building for days seemingly dispelled. She whispered, "Great... I have to go pick him up tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

"You don't have to worry about that." Qin Mu stroked her long hair, entwining his fingertips with it. "John said that the bodyguard Lu Heng sent to guard them immediately inquired about Lin Lu's physical condition after seeing him wake up. A helicopter will be arranged to secretly transfer him back to the country tonight."

"Tonight?" Meng Anran was surprised and quickly checked her phone. It was now 11:20 p.m. China time.

"There's a 12-hour time difference between Country A and China. They'll leave tonight and arrive in Beijing in about thirteen hours." Qin Mu understood her thoughts and spoke gently, as if coaxing a child, "We can pick you up at the airport tomorrow night. You need to get some sleep now."

Meng Anran nodded, but suddenly remembered something and frowned slightly: "The helicopter should be arranged by Lu Heng, so he..."

Qin Mu's eyes darkened, but his tone remained calm: "I asked John to ask the bodyguards, and they don't know where Lu Heng is at the moment. But since we can contact Lu Heng, it proves that he is not in danger."

In other words, the news Lu Yi received the day before yesterday was indeed just a complete scam set up for him by Bai Yujin.

Meng Anran hummed softly, but her eyes unconsciously drifted outside the eaves.

In the night, snowflakes fall silently, covering the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Are you worried about Lu Heng?" Qin Mu keenly noticed her mood and asked in a low voice.

Meng Anran was silent for a moment, then finally spoke: "He has always been steady and careful in his work. Since he has decided to fly to Country A to live permanently, he must have found an absolutely safe hiding place."

"But you're still worried about him." Qin Mu hit the nail on the head. "To be more precise, you're concerned about him."

Meng Anran lowered her eyes and said in a depressed tone: "I don't know."

Or maybe it's just out of guilt.

Qin Mu pinched her cheek and said casually: "Don't think too much. What you should think about now is——"

He suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "How can you make up for my loss of staying alone in the empty room tonight?"

Meng Anran's ears felt hot, and she pushed him away: "Don't give me that! My parents are right next door, just stay quiet."

Qin Mu curled his lips in grievance: "Then I sneaked over here, so I have to charge some interest, right?"

As he said this, he quickly pecked her on the lips, and smiled like a fox after succeeding.

Meng Anran glared at him helplessly, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

The next morning, Meng Anran got up early and prepared to go back to the group to finish the accumulated affairs of the past few days so that she could pick up Lin Lu in the evening.

When I went downstairs, I saw Qin Mu already waiting in the living room with two cups of hot coffee in his hands.

"Good morning." He handed her a cup. "Let's go. The car is ready."

Meng Anran took the coffee, the warmth filtering through the cup, dispelling the morning chill. She took a sip, finding it perfectly sweet, just the way she liked it.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Qin Mu rubbed her hair and said softly, "An Xiaoran, don't be so polite to me."

"Okay." She suddenly leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, "Then this will be considered a thank you gift."

Qin Mu's lips couldn't help but curl up, "Ahem, please give me more thank you gifts like this."

"Eh~" a sour voice drifted out. Meng Chenghong stood on the steps of the dining room, frowning and glaring at the two of them. "So disgusting so early in the morning? How can you even drink coffee with so much sugar?"

The sweet smile on Meng Anran's face instantly disappeared, and she turned away with a resentful look, "You better be careful with your words, don't forget that I have your weak spot in my hand."

The boy immediately raised his hands in surrender, his expression full of flattery: "Good sister, I was wrong! I promise I won't talk too much anymore!"

Meng Anran hummed softly and put down the empty coffee cup. "Let's go. Mom and Dad have already gone back to the company. We'll drop you off at Jingu Huayuan today."

Meng Chenghong gave a fake bow and said, "Thank you, dear sister. I will definitely remember this kindness in my heart."

Meng Anran was ashamed: "If you like acting so much, it would be a shame if you don't become an actor with me."

"Really?" Meng Chenghong's eyes suddenly lit up. "Second sister, do you really think I have the potential to be an actor?"

Meng Anran: ...

Qin Mu smiled and said, "It's just talk, young man, don't take anything seriously."

Meng Chenghong: ...

When the car arrived at Jinguhua Garden, Wu Chongxi was practicing Tai Chi in the yard.

It had been a long time since he last saw this silver sports car. He didn't even bother practicing his boxing skills and walked quickly to greet it. Just then, Meng Chenghong got out of the car.

"Master, good morning."

"Good morning." Wu Chongxi greeted him perfunctorily and went straight to the passenger seat. The moment the car window rolled down, his expression instantly changed to one of grievance. "You heartless man, how long has it been since you last came to see me!"

Meng Anran was helpless, "It seems like it's only been more than two months since we met on my birthday?"

"I don't care!" Wu Chongxi said, putting his hands on his hips and saying, "I've already eaten all the peach cakes you gave me. Bring me something different next time!"

Meng Anran held her forehead with her hand, feeling helpless about this old naughty boy. "Okay, okay, okay, your blood sugar is high. Next time, I'll ask the chef in Yandu to make you some low-sugar cakes."

Wu Chongxi immediately laughed cheerfully, "That's what you said! It's immoral to lie to an elderly person!"

"I know. You are in your seventies or eighties. Why would I lie to you?" Meng Anran chuckled. It was only at this moment that she realized that Wu Chongxi had many more white hairs on his temples. He looked obviously older than he was five years ago.

I have been busy developing my career in recent years. In the future, I will have to visit Mr. Wu and my master more often.

After all, every year she grows older means she gains more experience, while every year an old man grows older means he loses one year.

"That's a deal!" Wu Chongxi smiled, but suddenly felt that this promise was not very reliable, so he added: "How about this weekend, come over for dinner! I'll make you my specialty salt-baked chicken!"

"Okay, no problem." Meng Anran made an OK gesture. "We'll come together then. Just don't think cooking is hard work."

"If you can come, I'm happy to cook. If you want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, no problem!" Wu Chongxi agreed readily. He has not been married and has no children in these years, so Xiao Anran is both a relative and a friend to him.

As you get older, you naturally want to see more of the younger generation.

"You said it," Meng Anran wrote down the weekend meal plan on her phone's memo in front of Wu Chongxi. "Okay, I have to go to work. I'll come see you this weekend and have your salt-baked chicken ready!"